Leaving

Danny’s fingers trembled as she reached for her discarded shirt, the only one that fit her now. She pulled it over her head, the cotton clinging uncomfortably to her skin, especially her very sensitive nipples.

"You should start down at the club," Dannys Step Bro, muttered, voice rough, still turned away from her. His fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh. "I mean, that's where you met him right?" She swallowed, the suggestion settling like a weight in her chest. The club, dark, pulsing, full of eyes that saw too much. But Sam was out there, and it was her only lead.

Danny bent to retrieve her shoes, they were now a little too big, but she didn't wanna wear those heels again.

Danny gasped as a sharp sting bloomed across her backside, his palm landing with a possessive smack just as she straightened with her shoes in hand.

"The fuck?!" Danny whimpered,

He didn’t move away. His hand lingered, fingers pressing into the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. "Just messing Blondie," he laughed, "Be a shame to waste a body like that, "

Danny just huffed, and fetched a jacket, and made her way to the door, and glanced back at her stepbrother, his jaw tight, his eyes glaring over her body. The air between them still hummed with tension, thick enough to **** on.

“Dad’s in the living room,” he muttered, finally breaking the silence. His voice was rough, like gravel under tires. “Tell him we're going make it quick.”

Her father sat slumped in his recliner, the glow of the TV flickering across his tired face. "You off to look for yer friend?" Danny nodded "Well good luck to ya!" He smiled, "Take care of my new daughter!" He laughed to your step bro. And with that, you left

The screen door slapped shut behind them, its rusty spring whining in protest. Dannys stepbrother's car loomed before them, a crappy little hatchback, but gets rhe job done. He yanked the driver's side door open. The interior smelled like leather "Get in." It wasn't a request.

The leather seat creaked as Danny slid inside, the heat of the summer night already clinging to her skin. Before she could buckle in, his hand closed around her wrist, rough, insistent. "Not yet." His voice was low, edged with that same dark amusement. The dome light flickered out, leaving them in the dim glow of the streetlamp outside. His free hand tugged at the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her stomach. "Show me again"

Danny’s pulse jumped under his grip. "No!" The protest cracked in her throat as his fingers dug in, dragging the fabric higher. His thumb traced the underside of her breast, calloused and deliberate, and she jerked back hard enough to smack her elbow against the door. "This wasn't part of the deal!" She spat it this time, shoving at his shoulder, but he didn’t budge, just exhaled a rough laugh, his breath hot against her neck.

"Still got that fire, huh?" His free hand caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "i just want a little motivation! Or you can go alone"

Danny’s sighed, she needed his help. She had ****. She hesitated, then, with a sharp exhale, she rabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, exposing herself to her step bro once more.

His breath hitched as his gaze raked over her bare skin. A muscle jumped in his trousers when she shivered under his stare, her nipples pebbling in the humid air. "Fuck," he muttered, "Beautiful," he laughed, turning forwards, "Lets go then!" The engine roared to life as he twisted the key, and off they went.

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At Aarons, Sam was having fun exposing herself, and the 3 men groped her breasts, as she took turns blowing each of them. None of them any the wiser the redhead wasn't who she seemed.